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1. _ I Don't Give A Fuck
I don't give a fuck They done push me to the limit the more I live I might blow up any minute, did it again Now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon While this cops bragging about the nigga he's jackin I see no justice All I see is niggas dying fast The sound of a gun blast Then watch the hurst past Just another day in the life 'G' Gotta step lightly cuz cops tried to snippe me The catch, they don't wanna stop at the brother man But then they'll have an accident and pick up another man I went to the bank to cash my cheque I get more respect from the mutha-fuckin' dope man The Grammy's and the American music shows pimp us like hoes They got dough but they hate us though You better keep your mind on the real shit And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocrites They way they see it, we was meant to be keep down Just can't understand why we getting respect now Mama told me they're be days like this But I'm pissed cause it stays like this And now they trying to send me off to Kuwait Gimme a break How much shit can a nigga take I ain't goin' nowhere no how What you wanna throw down Better bring your guns pal Cuz this is the day we make 'em pay Fuck bailin' hate I bail and spray with my A-K And even if they shoot me down There'll be another nigga bigger from the mutha-fuckin' underground So step but you better step quick Cause the clocks goin' tick and I'm sick of the bullshit You're watching the makings of a physco-path The truth didn't last Before the wrath and aftermath Who's that behind the trigger? Who'd do yah figure!? A mutha-fuckin night nigga Ready to buck and rip shit up I had enough and I don't give a fuck Niggas!, isn't just the blacks also a gang of mutha-fuckas dressed in blue slacks They say niggas hang in packs and their attitude is shitty Tell me, who's the biggest gang of niggas in the city They say niggas like to do niggas, Throw me in the cuffs with just two niggas A street walkin' nigga and a beat walkin' nigga with a badge I had to shoot yah and the pass for the blast take his cash And bash his head in dump him at the dead in And that's just his luck Cause a nigga like me don't really give a fuck Walked in the store what's everybody staring at They act like they never seen a mutha fucker wearing black Following a nigga and shit Ain't this a bitch All I wanted was some chips I wanna take my business else where But where? Cause who in the hell cares About a black man with a black need They wanna jack me like some kind of crack fiend I wonder if knows that my income is more than His pension, salary and then some Your daughter is my number one fan And your trife ass wife wants a life with a black man So who's the mac in fact who's the black jack Sit back and get fat off the fat cat while he thinks that he's getting over I bust a move as smooth as casanova And count another quick meal I'm getting paid for my traid but its still real And if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme AS strong as a fuckin' nine Mail stacked up niggas wanna act up Let's put the gats up and throw your backs up But the cops getting dropped by the gun shot Usta come but he's done, now we run the block To my brothers stay strong keep yah heads up They know we fed up But we they just don't give a fuck They just don't give a fuck I gotta give my fuck offs Fuck you to the San FranCisco police department Fuck you to the Marin County Sheriff department Fuck you to the F.B.I Fuck you to the C.I.A Fuck you to the B-u-s-h Fuck you to the AmeriKKKa Fuck you to all you redneck prejudice mutha fuckas And fuck yah Fuck Y'all Punk gay s more free lyrics |
2. _ New Times
i see no changes all i see is pasty faces man with his underpants backwards and his untied shoelaces im gonna die in 95 and thats fo sho' cus ive see them races theres a big ballon thats red with me diggin vaces its fucking bo ya better belive i love gu-zee-bows so now im gonna chill pop a pill and sit back and write my will its almost over in cali and now i got a ten foot grave stone still i got a pet giraffe in my local zoo now im taking it out on you fool im gonna go down to da local swimming pool and not pay 2 get in and squirt ketchup in the womens violin i got all them men looking at me and i love dre's ass in my ninety four spicey dre is me real nigga and i love him for so' i love the way he plays Triple A's he plays them most ways shit happens to ya momma cus i spent her i got hos and pimps in my gimps shit happens to ya momma cus i spent her i got hos and pimps in my gimps (x2) you got your mags in da shop win-dow's there shit and you like my co-trin-bow's double x-l double x-l now maby your magazine might sell sun shine in cali while im in the police cell but now im out on bail and all is well i sit down at the table and i pray before dinner my kidz will say "daddy i fucking hate you" and ill get my ninety four spicey and shot em up niceley so u niggas got a problem with this song go fuck your self without a condom on (bitch) what you on? who ya fucking with? Ya got it all wrong? And as yo' going down... You put your hands on the floor so your upside down. shit happens to ya momma cus i spent her i got hos and pimps in my gimps shit happens to ya momma cus i spent her i got hos and pimps in my gimps (repeat to fade) more free lyrics |
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3. _ Mbabula
tchatcho
linga ngai
tina langwa heee
nalingo yo
nalangwa te
nayebi nazosala
tobala nayago l'amour
linga ngai
tina langwa heee
nalingo yo
nalangwa te
nayebi nazosala
tobala nayago l'amour
voici tchatcho
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4. _ Turn The Tide
You have the bravest hart, the strongest emotions After all the harm I've caused, You steal all my loving I think i lost your love Oooh baby it's a shame, but how can I be mad at you When I'm the one (????????) You have the bravest hart, the strongest emotions After all the harm I've caused, You steal all my loving I can't believe I still recieve so much affection from your side If you could give me one more chance I'd love to turn the tide I can't believe I still recieve so much affection from your side If you could give me one more chance I'd love to turn the tideeeeeee I can't believe I still recieve so much affection from your side If you could give me one more chance I'd love to turn the tide more free lyrics |
5. _ Changes
Come on come on I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself is life worth living should I blast myself? I'm tired of bein' poor and even worse I'm black my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch Cops give a damn about a negro pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero Give crack to the kids who the hell cares one less ugly mouth on the welfare First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other It's time to fight back that's what Huey said 2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere unless we share with each other We gotta start makin' changes learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers and that's how it's supposed to be How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me? I'd love to go back to when we played as kids but things changed, and that's the way it is [Bridge w/ changing ad libs] Come on come on That's just the way it is Things'll never be the same That's just the way it is aww yeah [Repeat] I see no changes all I see is racist faces misplaced hate makes disgrace to races We under I wonder what it takes to make this one better place, let's erase the wasted Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right 'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight and only time we chill is when we kill each other it takes skill to be real, time to heal each other And although it seems heaven sent We ain't ready, to see a black President, uhh It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks But some things will never change try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game Now tell me what's a mother to do bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you You gotta operate the easy way "I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way sellin' crack to the kid. " I gotta get paid," Well hey, well that's the way it is [Bridge][Talking:] We gotta make a change... It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes. Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live and let's change the way we treat each other. You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do what we gotta do, to survive. And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do But now I'm back with the blacks givin' it back to you Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up and pimp slap you up You gotta learn to hold ya own they get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone But tell the cops they can't touch this I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool my mama didn't raise no fool And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped & I never get to lay back 'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs some buck that I roughed up way back comin' back after all these years rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is uhh more free lyrics |
6. _ Soulja'z Story
[Tupac Talking] They cuttin off welfare Think they crime is risin' now You got whites killin blacks Cops killin blacks And blacks killin blacks Shit just gonna get worse They just gonna become souljas Straight souljas Chorus All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted ta be, a soulja, like me All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted ta be, a soulja, like me All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted ta be, a soulja, like me Crack done took apart of our family tree my momma's on tha shit, my dadies splitten, mom's steady blaming me is it my fault, just cause i'm a young black male cop sweat me as if my destiny is makin' crack sells only 15 and got problems cops on my tail, so I bail till I dodge 'em they finally pull me over and I laugh remember Rodney King and I blast on his punk ass now I gotta murder case you speak a' Heaven punk, I never heard of tha place what is it ta come up fast, got a Uz and a black mask drop tha fuckin task, now who's tha jack ass keep my shit cocked, cause tha cops got a glock too what tha fuck would you do drop them or let 'em drop you I chose droppin' tha cop I got me a glock, and a glock for tha niggas on my block 4 of'em tried ta stab me, I moved out sold a pound a weed, made g's, bought a new house i'm only 17, I'm tha new kid I got me a crew, bought'em jewels, and a uzi but all good things don't last task came fast, and busted my black ass coolen in tha pen, where tha goods kept now my little brother wants ta follow in my footsteps a soulja Chorus All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted ta be, a soulja, like me All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted ta be, a soulja, like me All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted ta be, a soulja, like me All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted ta be, a soulja, like me Buck, buck, pigs get fucked, don't step ta this Quiet has kept them blessed, on a quest with a death wish Tell 'em they come and test, and tha rest, nigga gets hectic Here's tha aneirexic, i'm making it to an exit Walkin' through tha streets on tha black tip Packed with several gats, cause i'm also payin' back shit Niggas don't wanna try me, brotha you'll get shot down Now i'm kick'en tha block, cause my bigger brothers locked down I'm hot now, so many punk police have got shot down Other cops see me on tha block, and they jock now That's what I call a kingpin Send my brotha what he needs is some weed up ta season Tell him just be ready set, pack ya shit up quick And when I hit, be prepared ta jet Niggas from tha block on tha boat now Every single one got a gun, that'll smoke pow These punks about ta get hit by tha best I'm wear'en double vest, so aim at my fuckin chest I'll be makin' straight dome calls Touch tha button on tha wall, you'll be picken up your own balls I can still hear my mother shout, hit tha pig nigga Break your bigga brother out I got a message for tha warden I'm commin' for ya ass, as fast as Flash Gorden We get surrounded in tha mess hall, yes ya'll A crazy motherfucka makin' death calls Just bring me my brother and we leavin For every minute you stall, one ya'll bleedin' They brought my brother in a jiffy I took a cop, just in case things got tricky And just as we was walken out, I caught a bullet in tha head Tha screams never left my mouth My brother caught a bullet too I think he gonna pull through, he deserve to Tha fast life ain't everything they told ya Never get much older, following tha tracks of a soulja <B more free lyrics |
7. _ Troublesome '96
Menace and Meth just label me a lethal weapon making niggas die vitnessin' breath it's imperfection can you picture my specific plan to be the man in this wicked land, let me hear ya hits that land P, scare to plot over graves and rocks when undercover agents die by the random shots we all die in the end, so the feds we swore I was all about my ends, fuck friends and foes me, a born leader, never leave the block without my my heata got me a dog get nigga Mobb bitch nigga eata what could they do to me that little brat shit them niggas shot me and still terrified about their ass how can I show you how I feel inside we outlawz motherfuckas can't kill my pride niggas talk a lot of shit but that's that, their gone cause they fear me in the ways of preform let it be known I'm troublesome (chorus) tra la la la la la all ya niggas die(several times) trouble shit gunner ways my mintality is ghetto we're gorilla in this criminal war, we all rebels left before dishonor bet on bomb on them first niggas do we came for murder, pullin' up in a herse westside was the war cry bustin' all freely screaming fuck all ya niggas in Swaheli pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back release me to care of my heartless strap say my name three times like Candyman bet I roll on your ass like an avalance a soul survivor, learned to get high and pull drive bys burned my folks, can't control my nine hearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin' please busta ass motherfuckas tried to flee picture me that, here jump and survive redin' up on his ass when I'm doped and died cause I'm troublesome (chorus) murder murder my mind states shit ain't change since my last rhyme the crime rate ain't decline niggas bustin' shots like they lost their mind like twenty-five to life never crossed their mind tell me young nigga never learned a thang dead at thirteen cause he yearn to meng sent a lot of flowers, but how can I cry try to warn the little nigga to either stop or die mercy is for the weak when I speak I scream afraid to sleep in havin' of crazy dreams relivin' pictures of my enemies and family time God to forgive me cause I'm strong but I plan to die need to take me in heaven and understand I was a sheep did the best I could, raised in insanity or send me to hell cause I ain't beggin' for my life ain't nothing worse than this cursed ass hopeless life cause I'm troublesome more free lyrics |
8. _ Made Niggaz
[2Pac] No man seperate what we create Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures Death Row at it's finest! M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggaz We comin after these niggaz, worldwide Feel me! Makaveli the Don My life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug House full of babies cryin from a lack of gettin love Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs Had the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me? World do ya hear me? Catch a risin star Fuck the love, niggaz fear me Got these niggaz runnin all wild from my double-I When we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die Boom once I enter the room, in the air all you hear is the whispers of doom, niggaz scared They don't wanna see me head on.. Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone Call a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B. Gunfire gettin sprayed quicker.. Fuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga (Can you feel me?) A motherfuckin made nigga.. I got a plot to get richer, take my picture A made nigga [Napolean] Nigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat My role model was killin niggaz so I know, I would never be weak They got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins These niggaz crossed my father den my father crossed them Cause I roll with I'mmortal Thug niggaz And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggaz Niggaz don't like us because they bitches straight love us The President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us It's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin and seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin A made nigga [Fatal Hussein] How many niggaz fall in ya vision? Gunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison We mash together, plus we get cash together Blast whenever knowin it don't last forever It's only one way out and one way in Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot Blow the roof off them groups like (?)Rachmel Raouf(?) I can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch And the niggaz that I'm under, is just too much We made niggaz [E.D.I.] Picture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine Call me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen I began the paper, stackin at those who be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's Baby, maybe, that's if I slip But I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin Born July, 7th a few shed eyes Precious but others gave me they hate, to cherish But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game Made for war, my aim is simple and plain Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain You'll forever know my name, Edi Amin [Kastro] I ain't count the line, my strap, not head, there will be none of that The young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw I'mmortal combat With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga Til he still and chill, recognize the real dea lFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb with a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun And the outcome will be the same every time We all gon' die, get yours cause I'ma get mine [Khadafi] Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public With my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw Thug nigga to the core The results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level Shootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil Mash shit from here to there day by day, year to year Made niggaz on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga more free lyrics |
9. _ Hit 'Em Up
Intro: Tupac I ain't got no motherfuckin friends That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker (take money) West side!! Bad Boy killers (take money) You know the realest is niggaz (take money) We bring it to you (take money) Verse One: Tupac First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim West side when we ride come equipped with game You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark ass bitches We keep on comin' while we runnin for ya jewels steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know the rules Little Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased Lil Kim, don't fuck around with real G's Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha street, so fuck peace I let them niggas know it's on for life So let the West side ride tonight hahahah Bad Boy murdered on wax, and killed Fuck wit' me and get ya caps peeled, you know ... see ... Chorus: Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace NIGGA, I hit em' up... Interlude: Tupac Check this out, you muthafuckas know what time it is I don't even know why I'm on this track ya'll nigguz ain't even on my level I'ma let my little homies ride on you bitch made-ass bad boy bitches -- deal with it!! Verse Two: Get out the way yo, get out the way yo Biggie Smallz just got dropped Little Moo, pass the Mac, and let me hit him in his back Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin tracks little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin ya Spank the shank ya whole style when I dank Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam you in the pavement Puffy weaker that a fuckin rocka wanna do, nigga and, I'll smoke ya junior mafia in front of you, nigga With the ready power tuckin my Guess under my Eddie Bauer ya clout, pretty sour I get packages every hour and hit em up Chorus Verse Three: Tupac Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel this aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin killed with ya mouths open tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hoping smokin dope it's like a sherm high Niggaz think they learned to fly But they burned muthafucka, you deserve to die Talkin bout you gettin money, but its funny to me All you niggaz living bummy, while you fuckin' wit me I'm a self made milionare Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, hahaha Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on my couch and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house, ahh Now its all about Versacci, you copied my style Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK I'm still the thug you love to hate Motherfucker, I hit em up Verse Four: I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occur No points to be calmer, we bringin drama to all you herbs Knuckle check the scenario, Little Cease I bring you fake G's to your knees Coppin pleas cuz this ain't your area Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up? Get ya lil Junior Whopper click smoked up, what the fuck is you STUPID?!?! I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block with 15 shots cock glock to your knot Outlaw mafia click movin up another notch And you bast stops squaws get mopped and dropped All your fake-ass east coast props brainstormed and locked Verse Four: Youse a, beat biter, a Pac s more free lyrics |
10. _ Troublesome
Born to wreck shit, poppin bubble gum Others call me up, but momma call me troublesome Learned to shoot a gun, before I learned to read or write Never touched a pipe, made my money every night Till I gotta (ride), a motherfuckin Benz Bitch talked to every snitch, they jeapordized me gettin rich Only fifteen at a spot full of rock teens Full of hard knocks, ready to clock, FUCK the cops (yeah!) And we was fat like Trump Every nigga packed a pump, so time to be poppin trunks I stood at the top of the organization Ready to pop a cop with no hesitations (fuck the police) yeah Now I'm makin all the others run Cause here it comes, look out for brother troublesome Yeah y'all, hehe A nigga named Troublesome I learned from my mistakes I'm twenty-one now I gotta pack of jackers out for me they hold a gun battle Ain't old enough to save but I behave just like a true vet That's cause for all the dirt I did and dirt I didn't do yet Tryin to pop my pistol for a profit Copper tried to stop I didn't drop and so he got it (yeah) And I don't give a fuck about it (Aiyyo you think you'll ever quit this shit?) I doubt it So why not take all of me Cause I just love to be the nigga that nobody else has the balls to be These suckers always searchin for me, with funk They in a hurry to get buried with they locs up And once I let my gun pop Another motherfucker drops I smoke a gang of buddha better yet some indo Crack through your window, nigga where the fuck the ya-yo? You tried to hesitate I couldn't wait to rush him I didn't trust him, he sneezed and I had to bust him I'm criminal I'm workin doin wicked shit So catch a Christmas cause I'm murderin your witnesses, I'm troublesome Yeah! Yeah, a nigga named Troublesome Now I'm on top got plenty open I ain't no fuckin joke so you can label me King of Oakland, huh As I sit back and rake my, dough in I let my money grown in just got rich off what they owin, huh And flippin hoes, there's no open Keepin a sister broke I'd rather take it from the token (give it up) A psychopath when provoked then all you see is smoke I pull a pistol from my, coat I told you we ain't havin it (c'mere) Give up the dough, reached for his coat, started grabbin it Bang bang! Was the sound as I jetted A bullet in the head so the sucker don't forget it But I knew that I'd be dead soon Crime in my head, makin decisions in my bedroom I see task at my front do' (ahh shit) But I ain't goin alive, so what the fuck these niggaz come fo' Just because you got a vest don't mean you escape from death (bitch) I put this AK to your chest it'll take your entire breath Threw a grenade in the front yard Six cops lunged then got crunched, here they come God The other cops are closin in Deja vu, what do I do, here we go again (here we go again) I'd rather take my life than have these suckers clown me When they found me, they call me troublesome Troublesome, word up Uptown, they got a Troublesome In Crooklyn, they got a Troublesome In the Bronx, they got a Troublesome In Uptown, they got a Troublesome South South Bronx, they got a Troublesome The jungle, they got a Troublesome Washington D.C. troublesome Baltimore (troublesome) Miami Troublesome, Seattle All over this motherfuckin country (troublesome) in every single ghetto (troublesome) As long as there ain't money there's gonna be troublesome Troublesome, word up Troublesome Troublesome, troublesome Troublesome My nigga named Troublesome more free lyrics |
11. _ Unconditional Love
(What y'all want?) Unconditional Love (no doubt) Talking bout the stuff that don't wear off It don't fade It'll last for all these crazy days These crazy nights Whether you wrong or you right I'm a still love you Still feel you Still there for you No matter what (hehe) You will always be in my heart With unconditional love Verse One: Come listen to my truest thoughts, my truest feelings All my peers doing years beyond drug dealing How many caskets can we witness Before we see it's hard to live This life without God, so we must ask forgiveness Ask mama why God deserved to die Witness the tears falling free from my eyes Before she could reply Though we were born without a silver spoon My broken down TV, show cartoons in my living room (hey) One day I hope to make it A player in this game Mama don't cry, long as we try Maybe things change Perhaps it's just a fantasy A life where we don't need no welfare Shit with our whole family Maybe it's me that caused it The fighting and the hurting In my room crying cause I didn't want to be a burden Watch mama open up her arms to hugging And I ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditionl love Chorus: 2x In this game the lesson's in your eyes to see Though things change, the future's still inside of me We must remember that tomorrow comes after the dark So you will always be in my heart, with unconditional love Verse Two: Just got the message you've been calling all week Been out here hustling on these streets, ain't had a chance to speak But you know, with you and me it's on G We could never be enemies, cause you been such a good friend to me Where would I be without my dogs No wonder why when times get hard Cause it ain't easy being who we are Driven by my ambitions, desire higher positions So I proceed to make Gs, eternally in my mission Is to be more than just a rap musician The elevation of today's generation If could make 'em listen Prison ain't what we need, no longer stuck in greed Time to play and strategize, my family's gotta eat When we make somethin out of nothing No pleasure in the suffering, neighborhood would be good If they could cut out all the busting The liquor and the weed the cussing Sending love out to my block The struggle never stops (unconditional love) Chorus Verse Three: I'll probably never understand ya ways With everyday I swear I hear ya Trying to change your ways while gettin paid at the same time Just had a baby with the same eyes Something inside, please let me die these are strange times How come I never made it Maybe it's the way the played it in my heart I knew one day I gotta be a star My hopes and all my wishes So many vivid pictures, and all the currency I'll never even get to see This fast life soon shatter us Cause after all the lights and screams Nothing but my dreams matter Hoping for better days Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry Cause everythang gonna be alright Just lay your head on my shoulder Don't worry bout a thang baby Girl I'm a soldier (huh) Never treated me bad, no matter who I was You still came with that, unconditional love Chorus 3x until fade more free lyrics |
12. _ God Bless The Dead
[Featuring Stretch] 2pac: Rest in peace to my mothafucka Biggie Smalls That's right boy, it's goin on Right here, Thug Life God bless the dead God bless the dead & buried nigga Don't worry if you see God first tell Him shit got worse I ain't mad, I know you're representin the crew And I can picture you in Heaven with a blunt & a brew Fuck the world, pain was a part of the game If you a baller, money went as quick as it came My role models gone or they locked in the pen Straight hustlas, caught up in the whirlwind The other day, I thought I seen my homeboy Biggie Sayin shit don't stop, nigga, no pity We all hoods, and all we ever had was dreams Money makin mothafuckas plot scandalous schemes In the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind I was addicted to tryin, never meant to do time My epitaph will read "Was the last of Gs Kicked the shit to make the white man bleed God bless the dead" Chorus - 2pac: God bless the dead God bless the dead God bless the dead 2pac: Man, ain't nobody promised me a thang I been caught up in this game Ever since I was a little motherfucka wantin to hang I can see 'em in my head, pow Memories of my nigga but he dead now Lookin back in my yearbook all the years took Half my peers, they're stretched for years And if I die will they all shed tears Two to the dome, leave me alone, let me get my head clear Paranoid got me lookin in the mirror Behind me, life without my nine, I'd rather do the time See I'm old enough to know that ain't no justice Fuck the police & all the courts same way they fucked us And why the hell am I locked in jail They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell In my mind I can see it comin And all the time it's a plot to keep a nigga runnin By keepin gun & never run unless I'm comin at ya Cry later but for now let's enjoy the laughter God bless the dead Chorus 2pac: Rest in peace to all the motherfuckas that passed too early All the young motherfuckas that was took in they prime Real motherfuckin Gz, this one is for you Yo Stretch, Biggie Stretch: Yo Big this is to you my nigga Springfield Hollis crew, Thug Life, YGz Sendin they respect, know I mean? You my nigga for life, forever You're always gonna be with a nigga No matter what, don't forget that I pray before I go to sleep "Dear God save my place before I start to eat, cause times is hard So I'm covered to my knees, oh why? Why you had to take my nigga with the rock I buy? You had to take a good one, a ghetto hood son, uzi weighin a ton Niggas terrified of comin from the young gun Hearin that they did it outta fear don't amaze me But it's mind blowin, so I'm flowin goin crazy Slip for cock the gun but he didn't run like a punk He shoulda had the gauge in the trunk For spunk is what he had, kid, I'd ratha attack Big Now ya bout to smell the aftermath of what the mack did Wannabe suckers wanna test, I'm tellin you, yes The teflon's bout to rip through your fuckin vest Guess who? I'll make a mess of your crew quick The spirit Biggie Smalls and the ??? clique, yeah God bless the dead God bless the dead God bless the dead God bless the dead more free lyrics |
13. _ How Long Will They Mourn Me?
How long will they mourn me Yeah! This for my nigga Kato It's still on nigga Thug Life, Thugs for life Ha Ha yeah, how long will they mourn me Yeah nigga 2Pac in this muthafucka All my homies drinking liquor Tears in everybody's eyes Niggas cried to mourn a homies homicide But I can't cry instead I'm just a shoulder Damn, why they take another soldier I load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry I'll get them suckas back before your buried (shit) Retaliate and pull a 187 do real niggas get to go to heaven ? How long will they mourn me, bury me a muthafuckin 'G' Bitch don't wanna die then don't fuck with me It's kinda hard to be optimistic When your homies lying dead on the pavement twisted Y'all don't hear me doe, I'm trying hard to make amends But I'm losing all my muthafuckin friends (damn) They should've shot me when I was born Now I'm trapped in the muthafuckin' storm How long will they mourn me ? I wish it would have been another How long will they mourn me How long will they mourn my brother (Got them niggas all dead and shit) How long will they mourn me I wish it would have been another (Nate Dogg) How long will they mourn me How long will they mourn my brother (Gotta keep this shit goin' on, Yo Syke) How long will they mourn me Every muthafuckin' day homie You stayed down when tha other niggas didn't know me From my heart to the trigga you my fuckin' nigga And things won't be the same without ya nigga I remember kickin' back, you wanted to lack And goin' half on a muthafuckin' hundred sack Smokin' blunt after blunt and steady drinkin' Hung around so much, you knew what I was thinkin' Tell me Lord, why you take big Kato ? So confused not knowing which way to go I'm goin crazy and runnin' out of fuckin' time I can't take it, I'm losin' my fuckin' mind So day after day ride after ride We'll hook up on the other side Watch over your family and your newborn Till we meet again homie How long will they mourn me ? I wish it would have been another (Yo Kato) How long will they mourn me (It's still on nigga) How long will they mourn my brother How long will they mourn me I wish it would have been another (Yeah) How long will they mourn me How long will they mourn my brother (Rated R, Double Jeopardy, Mack 10) Damn a nigga tired of feeling sad I'm tired of putting in work I'm tired of cryin while watching my homies leave the earth I know soon one day I'll be in the dirt And my peoples'll be mournin' When they get a call from the coroner All niggas can say is that's fucked up And get tossed up Reminiscing how we grew up (my nigga) Rest and love to my nigga Kato See you in the crossroads real soon For now let me pour out some brew I'll be always thinkin' of ya homie Rest in peace How long will they mourn me ? Ya know life's a fuckin' trip And everybody gotta go But why the fuck it have to be my nigga Kato Another nigga fell victim to the chrome It's enough to make you crazy It's fuckin' with my dome Ya only live once on this earth A nigga had it bad, since the day of my mutahfuckin' birth But niggas say they down and they always be my homie But when a nigga gone How long will ya mourn me ? Yeah! I wish it would have been another (Mack 10 in this muthafucka) Yeah, how long will ya mourn me How long will ya mourn my bother (Thug Life boy, Nate blowin' that shit, Nate Dogg do that shit nigga) I wish it would have been another Yeah! How long will ya mourn me How long will ya mourn my brother (This for my nigga Kato and all his kids) How long will ya mourn me I wish it more free lyrics |
14. _ Staring Through My Rearview
[Tupac] Staring at the world through my rearview Just looking back at the world, from another level yaknowhatI'mean? Starin... Multiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops Niggaz is callin cops, people shot, nobody stop I wonder when the world stopped caring last night Two kids shot while the whole block staring I will never understand this society, first they try to murder me, then they lie to me, product of a dying breed All my homies trying weed, now the little baby's crazed raised off Hennesey, tell me will my enemies flee when they see me, believe me Even Thugs gotta learn to take it easy, listen Through the intermissions search your heart for a plan and we turnin Bad Boys to grown men, it's on again I give a holla to my niggaz in the darkest corners Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya One love from a thug nigga rollin with a posse full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend I'm seein nuttin but my dreams comin true While I'm starin at the world through my rearview (see) [repeat 2X] (They got me) starin at the world through my rearview Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die (we) Gettin high, watchin time fly, and all my motherfuckers [repeat 2X] [E.D.I.] Now you see him, now you don't, some niggaz be here for the moment, and then they gone, what happened to em? Well let's see, it seems to be a mystery But all I know I never let the money get to me Stay down like the, truest Thug Life until I check out this bitch, I thought you knew this Who is, gonna catch me when I fall or even care to While you thinkin I see you lost up in my rearview Half you, is down with them Outlawz Outcast, left far, I'm through like southpaws But still we keep mashin til our dreams come through Starin at the world through my rearview [Tupac] Now I was raised as a young black male In order to get paid, forced to make crack sales Caught a nigga so they send me to these overpacked jails In the cell, countin days in this livin black Hell, do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion Roll with a twelve gauge pump for protection Niggaz hate me in the section from years of chin checkin Turn to Smith and Wesson war weapons Heavenly Father I'm a soldier, I'm gettin hotter cause the world's gettin colder, baby let me hold ya Talk to my guns like they fly bitches All you bustas best to run look at my bitches Now I know the answers to the question, do dreams come true Still starin at the world through my rearview (I say) [repeat 2X] (They got me) starin at the world through my rearview Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die Gettin high, watchin time fly -- and all my motherfuckers/nigga can die [repeat 2X] [Khadafi] Back in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepers Nine-six for glocks cause fiends hittin up blocks with street sweepers Bless myself when knowin rules to these streets, somethin I learned in school, on some Million Man March shit for the piece/peace True that, only one life to lead, a fast life of greed Criminally addicted, infested since a seed We all die, breed bleed like humans, towns run by young guns, Outlawz and truants, shit's deep Turn eighteen, ?roll my well and lockup? Burnt my body with my shotty, or chosin my dough So while you reminiscin all nights out with the crew Smoke a blunt for me too, I'm starin through your rearview [Tupac] Hahahaha, you ain't knowin what we mean by starin through the rearview So since you ain't knowin what we mean let me break down understandin The world, the world is behind us Once a motherfucker more free lyrics |
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